Napalm Death Twist The Knife (slowly)
Gut level, below it all. Out of duty - just here. Feeling like a knife's being twisted in the hole of how it is. False hope, an inch of pride that died when I left to hide from non = stop battering of conditioned opinion. Rest assured but not assured, all is well, but I think we've dealt = with the fear for far too long. Unborn suffer the norm. Born to this - I thin not! I stand against till the shit drops. We see all but do nothing, in the hole of =B3How it is=B2.